THE DELIGHT THAT PRECEDES SUFFERING BY LE SCAPIGLIATE

Pains of love, by “Le Scapigliate” is an allegorical representation of the moment of delight that comes before the ineluctable misery. They recite: “Every time I fell in love, it was late at night. Night, of a reassuring darkness. In a suspense atmosphere, without a precise space-time location, which may be yesterday, today or tomorrow, where are you? Are these your hands?” At night you fall in love because all the lights go out. In the darkness, you undress more willingly, off your coat, your clothes, your skin, without fear of stinging. The defenses are lowered, prudence replaces a genuine unconsciousness. After all, if it’s so beautiful, what harm can it ever do? “.